Dusk, outside

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is outside, watching the early sunset.

He's not shooting anything right now. The black fur rug he was making is finished.

Instead, he stands, with a mug of mulled wine in his hands, feet planted deep in the snow, and watches the daylight fade into the odd brownish yellow typical for snow clouds, and then, darkness falling, along with more snow.

It settles on his shoulders and in his hair.

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If there's anything that makes this place tolerable-it's the sunsets and the sunrises. They didn't have those in Outworld, atleast not as noticable or this awesome.

She's taking an evening stroll, not something she's wont to do-she prefers running-but it's too nice an evening to waste.

[scots_wolf]

There is a woman, taking a stroll.

Urquhart notices her. He turns his head and nods to her, in greeting.

Quite a nice-looking woman.

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She's already seen the man ahead of her, nodding back to him in acknowledgement.

Sonya would've felt a little flattered if he thought her 'nice-looking': lately she's found it an accomplishment if she could manage 'human-looking.

[scots_wolf]

Nicely built woman with long blonde hair, an interesting face, and apparently all the right female parts, while tough and a bit war-like? Nice-looking and potentially interesting.

Urquhart's curiosity is piqued.

"Good evening," he says, politely, the Scottish accent on his voice quite noticeable.

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"Evening." She couldn't help but grin actually. The man looked like something from an old warrior myth-the scottish accent and smell of mulled wine only made it more solid.

"Mind sharing some of that?" She wasn't much of a drinker, but then wine wasn't that hard-and besides, she make have a tolerance for cold weather but she still felt it.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart smiles and hands her his mug of mulled wine.

"I put in a dash of the strong stuff," he said. "Hope you don't mind."

It's spiced and honeyed red wine, still rather hot, and with the merest breath of smoky scotch mixed in.

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She takes the mug, covering the surface with her hands.

Far from minding, she took a deep breath before taking a sip.

"Thanks." She said, her voice a little quiet thanks to the scotch. Good lord that hit the spot.

Sonya handed the mug back.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart takes a sip as well. "Helps against the cold," he says.

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"It does." Not that it was something she really had to worry about-most of the places she was stationed had mild winters and intense summers. However, a special forces agent had to be prepared for all sorts of extreme weather.

"Sonya Blade." She held out her hand.

[scots_wolf]

"Urquhart," he says, shaking her hand.

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

He had a good grip and was clearly a warrior of some sort.

If Sonya weren't focused on trying to gain back some muscle weight, she'd love to have a sparring session with him. As it was, he looked like he could put up a good fight when she was at her best, and right now, she was still working on that.

"From Scottland?" She wasn't the most social of people, but she had a talent for recognizing accents. Even then, this was said at a guess-he could've very well been from Scottland but living somewhere else.

[scots_wolf]

"Originally," Urquhart says. "And you?"

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"Texas, originally." It's been a long while since she'd actually been there. She was only four when her dad had been stationed else where.

"Been a long while since I'd seen such sunsets."

[scots_wolf]

"Texas in America, isn't it?" Urquhart says, wondering why there are no sunsets there.

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She nodded.

"Actually haven't really lived there since I was four," Well, she was born there. "Was stationed in Hong Kong last." And frankly, she doesn't really feel like talking about where she really was last-the thought makes her feel cold enough without the weather's help. "City in China." She motions to the almost setted sun. "Sunsets there where nothing to talk about-unless you lived in a sky scraper or something you'd barely notice them."

And they were almost none existant in Outworld.

[scots_wolf]

"Why does the sun have problems setting in China?" Urquhart asks.

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"It doesn't, but the city's so big and the pollution can be so dense you don't really notice."

And really, she was always too busy or shut in to notice.

Not anymore.

[scots_wolf]

"How unpleasant," Urquhart says. "Good thing you didn't suffocate there."

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"Well, it's not the best place to live if you have ahsma, but we mange."

It was actually a little of a sore topic, talking about the platoon. It'd only been a short time that she'd been there, but it was long enough.

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"Why did you have to be there?" Urquhart asks.

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"Army reasignment." she answered with a short laugh. "The platoon was sent to deal with some underground crimelords that were too big and too well connected for regular law enforcement."

Well, that was the most information she could give anyway.

[scots_wolf]

"So you're a soldier?" Urquhart asks.

Yes, that would explain her somewhat tough physique.

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It was hard to maintain a tough physique in a dungeon cell with only enough food to keep her alive. Sonya figured she wasn't nearly as strong as she once was, not with all the weight she's lost.

She's in the middle of working on it.

"1st lieutenant in the U.S army." She nodded.

[scots_wolf]

"Those modern ranks don't precisely translate into the ranks we had in my time, in the army where I fought," Urquhart says. "Any commander had his deputies, which is what the word means for me, and their importance depended on the importance of their commander."

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Sonya suddenly wondered just what time he was from.

"Suppose you could compare a lieutant with being a deputy. A lieutenant is a low rank military officer. An officer of that rank will be put in charge of a platoon-that is a group between 16 and 50-soldiers, and assisting them will be a platoon sergeant. Three to five platoons make up a company that are lead by a commanding officer-usually a captain or a major."